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| He fumbles at your Soul
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| Written by: | Emily Dickinson (other works)
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| Poem #: | 315
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| Language: | English
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| Type: | Poetry
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| Preceded by: | Nature -- sometimes sears a Sapling -- -314-
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| Succeeded by: | The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today -- -316-
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He fumbles at your Soul
As Players at the Keys
Before they drop full Music on --
He stuns you by degrees --
Prepares your brittle Nature
For the Ethereal Blow
By fainter Hammers -- further heard --
Then nearer -- Then so slow
Your Breath has time to straighten --
Your Brain -- to bubble Cool --
Deals -- One -- imperial -- Thunderbolt --
That scalps your naked Soul --
When Winds take Forests in the Paws --
The Universe -- is still --
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